Amnesiac

First

My body hurts. My mind hurts. Everything hurts, in general.

There seemed to be nothing else in the place except black, a place of never ending darkness seemed to engulf my being. There seemed to be no exit. But there is no entrance in sight as well, how did I get in here?

I squinted my eyes a little smaller, in attempt that maybe I could catch something, anything, from somewhere farther. There has to be something in these surroundings. There has to be something that is not black. There has to be something around here that would look lively, not dead and certainly not as smug-looking as the surroundings itself.

I groaned when there was nothing that comes in sight. Every corner of the place totally showed nothing. There seemed to be nothing in this place that is not black. What the heck is this place? Why am I here? What am I doing in here? Is there anyone in the world that knows this dreadful place and has come in here besides me?

I laughed. It would be totally ironic if I would be here and no one else has been. That would be stupid. That would be totally absurd. That would be a total joke if I am the first one to be in here. I am not some sort of a travel lover that has now found a pitch black surroundings that has nothing else but black. This place doesn't even have a single other colour around! Just black! How could someone live in here? Is someone living here?

Am I the only one in here, in this total blackness and darkness?

My throat and body longed for some water. Anything that would sooth my thirst is needed by my system. My limbs, my whole body seemed to be not working. Everything feels numb. It was awful, I feel so awful.

Suddenly then, my body seemed to be sucked out of breath, and I was gasping for air. What is happening?

My hand flew to my chest, palm resting flatly on my chest as I struggled to keep myself breathing and my eyes were slowly being droopy. Am I losing my breath? If I lose my breath, I would die, right? Am I dying?

Suddenly, my eyes flew open and the blackness that once surrounded me was now gone. Everything was now blinding. So bright, it blinds my eyes. Is this some sort of a sick twisted dream? A nightmare?

"She's back," someone speaks beside me. I turned and almost had my eyes widen too much when it was a doctor. I am in the hospital? But why? What am I doing here?

"B-back f-f-from... what?" I dared to speak, even though my throat was dry.

"Back from your coma, sweetie."

Everything worsens when I realized that I don't know who I am, where I am, and what I am. There's no thought that is lingering in my mind. The only thing I can remember is that I was standing in everything black a little earlier and now, there is this insane doctor that tells me that I am recovered from my comatose.

"Andromeda! Oh my daughter, you're awake!" a woman with a dyed blonde hair and brown eyes looked at me, her eyes teary.

I looked at the doctor for some help; I don't know this woman who's hugging me. But she did call me her daughter, so that means she is my mother?

"Andromeda, what are you feeling?" the doctor asks.

"I feel e-extremely t-thirsty and she's like, crushing... m-my body." I complained to the doctor who just smiles at me. "W-where am I? Who are y-you people?"

The woman who happens to be my mother pulls away from me with her eyes still teary and puffy. "Why can't she remember anything doc? Why does she stutter when she speaks?"

"Andromeda," the doctor said, putting a hand on my chin and tilting my head to her direction. "Your name is Andromeda Martinez. She is your mother and I am your doctor, your therapist." She explains to me.

She turns to my... mom. "Every single coma-recovered patients tends to have this occasional stutter. They can also be a little uncoordinated for the first days, but it would soon be better. However, the amnesia came from the intensity of impact of her head to where it hit." She says. She smiles at us, "I'll leave you two for the moment."

"You're my mother?" I dumbly asked to the woman.

She smiled weakly, sadly. "Yeah," she answers. "Do you remember anything?" she asked me.

I shook my head. "Not a thing, am I the A-Andromeda?"

"That's your name," she points. "Do you want me to call Darren?" she asked me.

I furrowed my brow in thought, trying to remember something. "D-Darren?"

"He's your boyfriend." She explains to me, showing me a picture of a girl and boy, looking at each other. Their mild looks at one another made me know how someone looks at the person he/she loves.

"I... can't r-r-remember a t-thing," I complained.

"Maybe he can help you out," she tells me, trying to reassure me.

"Okay," I said timidly. A moment after, I still laid there, some nursescoming regularly to check me and give me water. Soon, a knock erupts from mydoor.